Dinner was okay.  The ribs were decent but not great.  Back to the drawing board.  So not only did one of the couples go to school in North Carolina, they also lived in South Carolina for a while and the wife grew up in Kansas.  If you guys don't know, those are some of the biggest BBQ states.  Maybe experimental ribs was not the right call for the menu.  We had a good time tho, so that's all that matters.  (BTW, that's what all the losers who have no f*cking idea how to smoke ribs say)

The two couples are a little older than us and their kids are much older than ours, so it's interesting listening to what their kids are up to.  I heard the saddest story.  One of the guys was saying that he took his 12 year old son to basketball camp (apparently Coach K of Duke does a basketball camp for kids that's really cheap).  Anyway, he walked his son over to the gym and his son tells the dad that since the other kids are there already if the dad wouldn't mind dropping him off before they got to the gym.  I guess dads aren't cool any more when you're 12.

Since G is turning 7 next month, this means I only have 5 years left.  So sad.  As it is, I can't believe he's going to be 7 - it feels like we just had him.  So even tho I'm not crushing the games and could make more money at a "real job," I really enjoy all the time I get to spend at home.  Because you only live once and you're only going to get to see your kids grow up once.  For example...

G comes home yesterday from camp and seemed a little down, so we ask what's wrong.  Apparently, two of his lanyards were missing.  He seemed to think someone stole them.  Really dude?  You have vision-impaired kids in your class?!?  The blind transfer student heard you talking about your "awesome" lanyards and he snatched it when you weren't looking?  We think he probably didn't put them away (he has a habit of doing that), so maybe someone threw them out by accident.  Because how should I say it...  their resemblance to refuse is remarkable?  Now that I think about it, once G learns to read a little better and starts reading these lanyard posts in my blog, he may not want to hang out with me any more.  So maybe I have waaay less than 5 years left.  Tick tock.